snow fall: 7cm
wind chill: -11°C
wind speed: 50 km/h
wind direction: easterly
5.50am. Tromsø. Sunrise. With a backdrop of the mountains to the east we filmed a snow head as the darkness turned from darkest blue, to palest ice blue to light. Tina read Matt Harvey’s poem Because the Sun Cannot Unshine to the snow head’s listening ears as the gulls woke up and began swooping through the rainy Arctic morning.
At lunchtime we met with Tromsø born dancer and choreographer Sigurd to plan how we will film him dancing around the snow head on Sunday, accompanied by a local fiddle player. As the weather forecast gives heavy snow for the next few days we have planned to firstly film the duo in Sigurd’s house, and then Sigurd dancing at the lake unaccompanied, allowing the binaural mics to pick up his movements.
As the 3 of us left the coffee shop we bumped into Klaus, an actor who works in the city. Leaving Sigurd, Klaus gave us a tour of the once prison turned theatre in Tromsø town centre. Chatting we discovered that Klaus writes a blog called “Climate Klaus” where he posts simple tips about living a greener more sustainable life. We have invited him to tell his tips to our snow head tomorrow post eclipse.
On Sunday (our first day using our equipment) we did some recording at the top of Fjellheisen mountain, however the windy conditions combined with our over-excitement meant the recordings were very quiet, so we decided to head back up and re-do them this afternoon. It was snowing but after a quick weather check we headed to the lovely, old cable car that would take us to the top.
At the top however things were very different. The snow was fresh, soft, malleable and perfect for sculpting but it was swirling around in 70mph winds.
Readying ourselves and our equipment with as many protective layers as we could we forced ourselves out into the storm. This type of snow brought out the detail in the head perfectly, however with the wind throwing snow in all directions as we made a new recording of Matt Harvey’s poem Paris the details were quickly scuffed away.
Charging back inside we grabbed a well earned beer in the cable car bar and got lost in our recordings, so much so we didn’t realise that the weather had worsened and we were stuck at the top. Watching the storm batter at the windows the city and sea below were lost in a solid, swirling curtain of white.
After a few hours we made the decent back to the calm, quiet, powder covered city below, only to slide hand in hand on the fresh snow into on coming traffic, helplessly giggling. Thank you drivers of Tromsø for stopping to let us come to a slippery stop, and I am sure have a good laugh at our Bambi like antics.
Holly Owen & Kristina Pulejkova